Epilogue: Say Hello To My Li'l Friend

Lois Lane planted her face into a small mountain of powdered DMN and began to snort. Hellfire burned through her nose, the demon-tainted **** burning away her humanity. She leaned back in her chair, feeling her tits start to swell in her shirt, horns growing longer, twisting in delicate dark curls. Other things were growing too.

In the corner, Blaze was bound spread-eagle in the pentagram painted on the wall. A dark mask hid her eyes, a ball gag kept her from speaking. The vibrator had been duck-taped to her belly, the head focused on her clit. Fluid dripped into the bucket beneath her spread legs, a drop at a time.

A crack. Black Alice walked in. The goth witch was in a designer dress, new tattoos crawling up her arms. Top of the line work. Lois had paid for it out of her share. Business had been good.

"Hey," the young woman said. "Boston just told me the last of the girls came out of rehab. They're clean. All clean. We can shut it down now."

Lois Lane's eyes focused on her. Goat-eyes, utterly inhuman.

"Shut it down?" she growled. "Stop?"

"Yeah," Alice blinked. "I mean, that was the idea, right?"

"Right..." Lois said. She could feel her muscles crawling beneath her skin, back itching. When they were folded up, the suit hid the wings okay, but it made Lois kind of...claustrophobic.

"You promised me...when this was all over..."

Lois stood up. Her wings unfolded, ripping the custom-made black silk suit off her body. She heard rather than felt the belt snap as her cock was released. Hands tipped with claws reached out and grabbed the young witch, pulled her close.

Alice shuddered, but not from fear. Lois sniffed.

"I can smell your cunt. Dangerous day, isn't it?" The demonic ****-dealer purred.

"Y-yeah," the young woman said.

Lois ran her hands off and gently pulled the black dress off of her young lover's shoulders. Let it drop to the floor. No bra, no panties. New piercings in her labia, a cute pair of little gold rings.

"You come in here...on a day like this...no panties," Lois Lane's demonic prick, eight inches long now, darker than the skin around it, rubbed against the young witch's belly, leaving a trail of pre-cum. "Like you're begging for a baby."

Alice didn't resist as Lois pushed her down against the desk. Her bare pussy at just the right height.

"You want me to stop," the half-demon said, flexing her wings. "You say it any time."

"I'm all yours," Alice whispered. She reached down and grabbed two of the rings, spreading her labia wide, the hot pink tunnel ready and waiting for her.

Lois pushed in and almost came right then and there, gasping at the heat and tightness of the young woman's cunt. The young witch brought her legs up and crossed her ankles over the reporter's backside. The half-demon's tail curled around the legs, preventing Alice from drawing them apart even if she wanted to.

Their hands explored each other, sliding over their breasts. Lois Lane's mouth descended, a five-inch forked tongue slipping out of her mouth, languishing rough kisses against the young woman's neck and mouth. Together they began to move.

"Oh yeah," Alice grunted as the prick bottomed out inside of her in long, even strokes. "Fuck me! Want a demon baby in my belly. Get my Rosemary Baby on. Make me your Lavinia Whateley!"

"I swear," Lois grunted, feeling that tight young twat squeeze her demonic prick. "You're the only one I know that masturbates to old horror stories."

"You love it," Alice hissed, her hands grasping and squeezing at the reporter's nipples.

Lois Lane's wings began to beat, stirring up the powdered DMN, knocking things off the desk. Neither of them cared, lost in the rut.

"I love your cunt," the reporter hissed, pressing deep inside....and then her whole body seized up and shuddered as a line of fire seemed to flow from between her legs, down the length of her prick, exploding deep inside of the lusty young slut so hard and hot that it stole the words from their mouths, and all they could do is howl, bodies lost in rampant fucking, hips slamming into each other.

"Hoo..." Lois said, collapsing on top of her lover. Alice's arms hugged the reporter close, cunt squishy and sloppy with the half-demonic sperm. Then, in a more human voice. "Are you sure you want this? You're a bit young to be a mother."

"Yeah," Alice confirmed. "I do."

They shared a kiss. Lois Lane's tongue coiled and uncoiled inside that sweet mouth, trying to plunge down Alice's throat. Inside that young cunt, her cock started to grow hard again.

Between Blaze's legs, the steady buzz of the vibrator, the steady drip...drip...drip... So lost were they in their lovemaking, they never thought to change the bucket. Never saw it overflow. Never saw the dribble of demonic pussy-juice wend its way across the carefully drawn lines of the containment circle, disfiguring certain key runes...